The temperamental white moonlight is back, and the entire Marquis's family obediently calls him

The autumn wind was chilly, and the courtyard of Hesong was quiet and still.

After the general fell asleep, all his guards were pulled outside the courtyard.

During the break between patrol shifts, no one noticed a dark shadow flash across the wall.

A window in the main bedroom was opened a crack, and a dark figure crept in stealthily.

Upon entering the room, a strong smell of medicine hit me.

She frowned instinctively, took out a handkerchief from her bosom and tied it to her face to block out most of the smell before jumping off the desk and walking towards the bed.

Worried that she might frighten Zhou Ningchuan, she slowed her pace, but to her surprise, Zhou Ningchuan was still not awake even when she reached the bedside.

"...His vigilance is too poor. How can he be a general?" Lu Mingzhao muttered as he lifted the curtain.

Zhou Ningchuan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Lu Mingzhao was stunned.

She didn't even dare to recognize the person in front of her, after all... he had changed so much.

When the two parted, Zhou Ningchuan was only twenty-five years old, full of vigor, with bright eyes and sharp eyebrows, and was naturally incomparably handsome.

Lu Mingzhao liked him, partly because she was also bewitched by his face.

just now……

Lu Mingzhao couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke his face, finally landing on his brow.

His appearance hasn't become ugly; on the contrary, after the passage of time, his features have become sharper and clearer, adding a touch of mature man's sharpness and composure.

His face had become much rougher, with a faint scar at the end of his eyebrow and visible marks between his brows, indicating that he must have frowned a lot over the years.

But in Lu Mingzhao's memory, Zhou Ningchuan still looked like that boy.

It's said that once you meet someone at a certain age, that person's image in your heart will forever remain at that age.

In each other's eyes, Lu Mingzhao and Zhou Ningchuan are perhaps forever frozen in their best years.

They are playmates who can have fun together, close friends who can confide in each other, and young couples who walk hand in hand.

No one else in the world can be as compatible with each other as they are.

"You damned Zhou Ningchuan... don't you really recognize me...?"

Lu Mingzhao gently tapped his brow twice, then couldn't resist pinching his cheek.

I've always sculpted Zhou Ningchuan with his delicate skin and tender features before, this is the first time I've sculpted a battle-damaged version, the texture is a bit rough...

I just don't know if anything else has changed.

Before he could indulge in any fantasies, Lu Mingzhao suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Looking down, she saw that Zhou Ningchuan's large hand was clamping her wrist tightly, as if it were made of steel.

Good heavens, when did Zhou Ningchuan become so strong!

She looked up and met Zhou Ningchuan's cold, murderous eyes, and couldn't help but tremble.

Now she finally realized that Zhou Ningchuan was already a general.

When Zhou Ningchuan was young, he would always lower his head whenever he looked at her, his eyes full of youthful shyness.

After they got married, Zhou Ningchuan's shyness transformed into boundless tenderness.

Now, those eyes are no longer the ones she knew; they possess the indifferent chill that only those in power, accustomed to the ability to decide life and death, can have.

"You just woke up?"

Lu Mingzhao pouted, and seeing that he was still glaring at her coldly, she glared back fiercely, "Why are you glaring at me? Are you the only one who's killed someone?!"

She can kill people too, and she's about to kill Zhou Ningchuan, that heartless man!

Zhou Ningchuan's first reaction upon seeing this face was to be on guard.

Upon hearing this, he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'what the hell'?!" Lu Mingzhao waved her hand impatiently. "Just because you're strong now doesn't mean you can bully me! You wait until I train for another year and get back to my peak, then I'll beat you to a pulp and make you beg for mercy..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ningchuan suddenly sat up.

By the time Lu Mingzhao realized what was happening, Zhou Ningchuan had already pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Zhaozhao..."

Zhou Ningchuan's pectoral muscles were so hard that they made Lu Mingzhao's nose tingle.

She reached out and pinched Zhou Ningchuan's waist, unexpectedly touching his firm abs.

"You little brat... how did you train?"

Lu Mingzhao muttered something, but Zhou Ningchuan hugged her even tighter.

His voice trembled, and his breath was hot.

"Zhaozhao, it really is you... I missed you so much, why haven't you come to see me?"

Lu Mingzhao was completely confused by what he heard.

She came to see him? What do you think?

And wasn't it Zhou Ningchuan who didn't want to see her? Now he's saying this again.

Outrageous!

She struggled to lift her head from Zhou Ningchuan's octopus-like embrace, and was about to retort when she was drawn to his gaze.

Zhou Ningchuan's previous wariness and aloofness vanished, replaced by an overwhelming love in his eyes. His body was burning hot, and he wrapped his arms around Lu Mingzhao like a giant hand warmer.

"Why are you so hot?" Lu Mingzhao realized something was wrong, pulled her hand out of his arms, and touched his forehead.

It was burning hot.

"You really do have a fever. Did you take your medicine last night? If not, hurry up and have someone prepare it..."

Lu Mingzhao was muttering to himself and was about to get up when he was firmly held in place.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ningchuan lowered his head and snuggled up to him.

His high, straight nose gently brushed against Lu Mingzhao's cheek, his slightly dry lips brushed against hers almost imperceptibly, and his breath was so hot that it made Lu Mingzhao's heart tremble.

"you……"

Lu Mingzhao's lips were sealed shut the moment he uttered a sound.

The man, who hadn't tasted meat in fourteen years, perfectly displayed his skill in seducing and conquering, his lips and tongue entwined, and in just a few breaths, he had Lu Mingzhao completely defeated.

Lu Mingzhao was so dizzy from the kisses that she was completely disoriented. After finally regaining some of her senses, she pushed against Zhou Ningchuan's chest with all her might.

Zhou Ningchuan seemed annoyed by this action, frowned, hugged her tighter, and kissed her more fiercely.

Lu Mingzhao protested several times, but only provoked a more intense attack. She had no choice but to give up the idea for the time being. Instead of pushing him away, she hooked her arms around Zhou Ningchuan's neck and adjusted her breathing to meet his kiss.

Zhou Ningchuan then slowly relaxed, and after a while, he retreated a few inches.

Lu Mingzhao finally had air again.

Zhou Ningchuan gazed at Zhao Zhao, who was nestled in his arms, with fascination.

Her eyes were unfocused, her cheeks were flushed, her lips glistened with moisture, and she was breathing slightly open.

"You're so indecent!" Lu Mingzhao calmed down, glared at him coquettishly, and then pinched his chest.

"You're a father of three! You have no manners at all!"

A dark glint of desire flashed across Zhou Ningchuan's eyes.

He lowered his head, nuzzled Lu Mingzhao's forehead with the tip of his nose, and coaxed softly, "Zhaozhao, scold me again."

"I haven't heard it for a very, very long time. I love hearing Zhao Zhao scold me."

"I'd rather you scold me a few more times or hit me a few more times."

Lu Mingzhao opened her mouth several times, her face turning red again and again, her eyes filled with extreme complexity.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he cursed, "Shameless!"